Lovely, dark and deep But I have promises to keep… (Frost) Yes, don’t we all? It’s fall. And the promises are calling calling calling us.

I relate: Holding on to the remnants of summer. Holding on to those odd days that blow in warmer weather. Holding on to the sense

WordPress keeps refusing to post my image… I’m sending this with the image imbedded, to see if that makes a difference. So sorry for this

Gracious! NO way. Is that art that that’s happening? It’s been awhile. You know, I was just reading about Giacometti and how he would work

Gracious! NO way. Is that art that that’s happening? It’s been awhile. You know, I was just reading about Giacometti and how he would work

My pears have started falling off the tree. They look – yes, yellower. Right? And they taste really sweet and juicy. Worth waiting for. That

I’m seeing yellow. I brought it to mind. Now it jumps out at me. This dear butterfly has landed on my joe pie weed. That

These pears fell off my tree. We were pruning it to get rid of those darn tent caterpillars. I had thought I’d forfeit the whole

I found some yellow! I wasn’t sure I had any. The exceptional French dyes I’ve relied on for years have been discontinued. Which means, I

I had an exquisite time walking with my friend, Jan, today. Because of the way our lives and the world have unfolded in the last